[Strange, why did my sword strike feel so natural, as if heaven and earth were cooperating, and how could every ounce of my strength unleash power beyond its limits? How is this possible?]
"..." The young girl pointed at the mountain peak, her finger trembling uncontrollably. The almost mirror-like cut left her eyes nearly blinded. Casting aside her refined pretense, she roared, "How is this possible? How is this possible!"
"That's why I said it would take your brother Meng Qi a few more years to catch up to me now." Unable to understand, Zhao Yun stopped pondering and said with a smile, not changing his expression despite the girl's outburst.
The girl was at a loss for how to refute, and such strength made Ma Yunlu, who immensely admired Ma Chao, bow in awe.
"How is this possible!" Ma Yunlu murmured to herself.
"It's nothing much; previously, General Guan even cut down the walls of Ye City, which were defended by tens of thousands." Zhao Yun modestly touched his face and said.
